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Shen Xin was busy preparing the filling for the buns. She looked up and saw Lin Sizhe's little hand was about to touch the dough, so she quickly stopped him and said,

"Don't touch anything with your hands. Go wash your hands first."

Xing Er came over and said to Lin Sizhe, "Come on, I'll take you to wash your hands, and then we can make dumplings together."

When the three little ones heard that they could make dumplings, they immediately followed Huaer excitedly to wash their hands.

Lin Sizhe reluctantly withdrew his hand, but his eyes were still fixed on the dough, as if he was afraid that it would run away.

After everyone came back after washing their hands, Lin Sizhe couldn't wait to get close to Shen Xin again, and tapped the dough with his little hand again: "Mom, I'm done, teach me how to make dumplings!"

His tone was full of anticipation and eagerness.

Shen Xin looked at Lin Sizhe's impatient look and couldn't help but smile: "Okay, okay, Mom will make the trap and teach you in a while."

Lu Yue: "Sister-in-law, let me roll the noodles."

Shen Xin: "Okay, then I'll give you the rolling pin. Remember, roll it evenly, with thin edges and slightly thicker in the middle, so the buns won't break easily."

As she spoke, she handed Lu Yue a smooth wooden rolling pin.

Lu Yue took the rolling pin and skillfully tapped it in the flour a few times to remove excess powder. Then she picked up a piece of dough and placed it on the chopping board. She pressed it lightly with both hands and began to roll it out.

Under her hands, the dough gradually turned into a round dough of moderate thickness, with smooth and graceful movements.

Tang Qing took his brother Tang Shan's hand and skipped to Lin Xiya, with curiosity and anticipation in his eyes.

"Mom, my brother and I will sit next to you. Please teach me how to make dumplings. I want to learn too!"

Tang Qing's little face was full of desire.

Lin Xiya smiled gently and touched Tang Qing's head, "Okay, mother will teach you."

Seeing that everyone was ready, Shen Xin began to guide everyone in making dumplings.

"Remember, you need to be patient when making dumplings. Don't be impatient. Watch me do it first."

As Shen Xin spoke, she picked up a piece of dough, scooped a spoonful of filling and placed it in the center, then deftly pinched the edges with her fingers. After a few strokes, a round and plump bun appeared in her hands.

Lin Sizhe widened his eyes and looked at Shen Xin with admiration: "Don't worry, Mom, I will definitely make the most beautiful one!"

He took the dough his mother gave him with full confidence and began to operate it carefully, imitating his mother's way.

Lin Mo chose to sit next to Han Suniang. He gently pinched the bun skin that Han Suniang handed over to him, and an unprecedented sense of novelty surged in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, he had never made buns by himself. At this moment, he seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and his heart was filled with the desire to explore.

Lin Mo carefully observed everyone's movements, from rolling out the dough to wrapping the stuffing, not missing a single detail, and learned very seriously.

Seeing Lin Mo so focused, Han Suniang felt warm in her heart. She softly instructed him, "Sanlang, be gentle with your hands and add just the right amount of stuffing. Don't be too greedy."

Lin Mo: "I understand, mother."

"Third brother, your wrapping is so ugly!"

Lin Sizhe suddenly stopped what he was doing and smiled while pointing at Lin Mo who was concentrating on his bag.

Lin Mo looked down at the bun in his hand. It was a slightly irregular shape, but it could barely be seen as a bun.

"well enough,"

Lin Mo smiled slightly, quite satisfied with his work.

At this time, Shen Xin's eyes fell on Lin Sizhe's work, and his tone was a little teasing:

"Shiro, take a look at what you're wrapping first."

Lin Sizhe looked up and proudly showed off his "masterpiece" - an oversized bun with a filling that almost burst the dough.

Lin Sizhe said proudly: "Mom, I made it very well. Look how big this one is and how much stuffing it has!"

Lu Yue, who was standing by, couldn't help but laugh when she heard this. "Silang, you can't wrap so much stuffing in it."

As she spoke, she gently picked up Lin Sizhe's bun and tried to help him adjust the shape, but there was too much filling and the dough was difficult to wrap.

"Ah?" Lin Sizhe looked surprised, as if he couldn't believe that his work had such a "flaw".

Lin Xiya also came over, with a bit of pampering in her tone: "Yes, Silang, if you don't steam it well, it will fall apart."

Lin Sizhe frowned, obviously not buying into this assessment, and said stubbornly, "I don't believe it! Auntie, this won't fall apart."

As he spoke, Lin Sizhe tried to use his hands to strengthen the shape of the bun, but there was too much stuffing and he couldn't make the bun maintain a perfect shape.

Shen Xin looked at Lin Sizhe's actions and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But then, her expression turned serious: "Shiro, wrap it again."

There was an unquestionable firmness in her tone.

Lin Sizhe pouted reluctantly when he heard this. He looked at Shen Xin, his eyes gleaming with a hint of grievance: "Mom..."

Shen Xin patted Lin Sizhe's shoulder gently, his tone soft but firm: "Be obedient, make another one, and put less stuffing this time."

Lin Sizhe sighed helplessly, but knew that he could not disobey his mother's words.

He nodded obediently: "I know, mother."

As he spoke, he picked up another piece of dough and began to wrap the buns carefully.

"Okay, stop wrapping it."

There was a hint of fatigue in Shen Xin's tone. Obviously, she had lost her patience with Lin Sizhe's "baozi".

Hearing this, Lin Sizhe frowned and retorted: "I won't. Why?"

Shen Xin sighed softly and turned his gaze to Tang Qing who was concentrating on making buns. Each one was of regular shape and had the right amount of filling, which looked very appetizing.

"Look at how well your cousin makes it, and then look at you. It's hard to describe."

Lin Sizhe followed Shen Xin's gaze and saw that the buns in Tang Qing's hand were like works of art, forming a sharp contrast with the "masterpiece" in his hand.

He snorted unwillingly, "We're about the same."

As he spoke, he also showed off the buns in his hand. Although the shape was a bit crooked, the fillings were full, as if telling of his "creativity".

At this moment, Han Suniang, who was standing by, also joined the "battle".

She looked at the buns in Lin Mo's hand, with the same expression of wanting to say something but hesitating: "Sanlang, why don't you stop making buns?"

Lin Mo looked innocent. Who did I offend?

Although the buns in Lin Mo's hand were slightly better than Lin Sizhe's, they were still not good either.

Lu Yue: "Okay, stop eating noodles, you two made them, we'll have to re-wrap them later."

Lin Mo shrugged helplessly, expressing his acceptance: "Okay."

Lin Mo knew that his bun-making skills needed improvement, so he didn't argue too much.

However, Lin Sizhe was different. He still held the dough tightly, with a stubborn look on his face: "No, I want to make it."

Lu Yue was annoyed by the noise. She shook her head helplessly, then picked up two pieces of dough from the table and handed them to Lin Mo and Lin Sizhe respectively: "Okay, stop yelling. If you yell again, you will be punished."

Lin Sizhe looked at the dough in Lu Yue's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He immediately calmed down and nodded obediently: "I know, little aunt."

This time, Lin Sizhe really became extra serious.

Lin Sizhe carefully picked up the dough and kneaded it gently, as if he were treating a precious work of art. He was no longer in a hurry to add stuffing, but decided to try something new - shaping it into the shape of a small animal.

Lin Sizhe operated very carefully, fearing that the previous "mistake" would happen again. Every movement he made seemed so focused and meticulous.

Lin Mo looked at Lin Sizhe's serious expression and couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration in his heart.

I am not good at this, so I silently gave up my attempt and handed the dough in my hand to Lin Sizhe: "You do it."

Lin Sizhe took the dough handed to him by Lin Mo and a smug smile appeared on his face.

He continued with his creation, and the dough in his hands gradually took shape under his skillful hands.

"Look, it's a big rooster!"

Lin Sizhe pointed at the dough creation in his hand with a proud smile on his face.

Lin Mo looked at Lin Sizhe's work and thought he was talented and much better than me.

Shen Xin looked at Lin Sizhe's work. Although he felt a little helpless, he still smiled. "You made these, you can eat them later."

Lin Sizhe nodded without hesitation: "I'll eat it!"